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Deny the passenger, who wanna get on
Wanna get on, wanna get on
He wanna get on, he wanna get on

To make a chain of fools
You need a matching pair
One hypocritical fool
And a crowd that’s never there
There’s anger in the silence
There’s wheels upon the jail
A black train built of bones
On a copper rail

Company conductor
You need the salt of tears
Falling on a ticket
That no-one’s used in years
Non commercial native
It’s tattooed in your veins
You’re living in a blood bank
And riding on this train

The spirit’s free, but you always find
Passengers stand and wait in line
Someone in the front and someone behind
But passengers always wait in line